The Midnight Hour
About Me


Name:: Nightshade
The Darker side of life and thoughts, both humorous and dark, on the Midnight Hour.
View my complete profile


Recent Posts

We All Need Time Away
Changing the Life of One Person
Lacuna Coil - Unspoken
One Year in 40 Seconds
The Scent of the Night
The Dark Path
Cold and Hungry
Welcome to the Midnight Hour.....


Archives

April 2007
October 2008
January 2009
February 2009
December 2009


Thursday, December 17, 2009

We All Need Time Away

---------------------------------------------

Sunday, February 8, 2009

Changing the Life of One Person

"As one person I cannot change the world,
but I can change the world of one person."

~ Paul Shane Spear

---------------------------------------------

Monday, January 26, 2009

Lacuna Coil - Unspoken



Lyrics:

And it doesn't matter
how you feel now, anything at all
Seems to be your only way, so vicious
Heavenly apart

When your envy is on a piece of paper
Let me sweetly smile
You're devouring all the crumbs
I'm living caught up in your lies

You're on any other side

Clawing up my eyes
I'm feeling your arms around me
On the other side
It's time to go
I'm hearing your voice
without words
On the other side

But it doesn't matter
how I feel now, anything at all
Since I've left you with the wrong
impression while I'm still the same

When I turn around and look
at my life, shadows in disguise
but I'm working on
an interruption of hypocrisy

You're an any other side

Clawing up my eyes
I'm feeling your arms around me
On the other side, it's time to go
I'm hearing your voice without words
On the other side

Clawing up my eyes
I'm feeling your arms around me
On the other side, it's time to go
I'm hearing your voice without words
On the other side

Any other side
(Any other side)
Any other side
(Any other side)
Any other side
(Any other side)
Any other side
(Any other side)
Any other side
(Any other side)
Any other side

---------------------------------------------

Friday, January 2, 2009

One Year in 40 Seconds

A New Year has come, 2009, and with it new hope and expectations.

For some, it is a time to review 2008 and contemplate what to do for a better year.

As with the change in the years, so does the seasons change throughout the year - which leads into the video below. A Year in 40 Seconds:


---------------------------------------------

Sunday, October 19, 2008

The Scent of the Night


Once again, darkness has fallen across the sky, the moon rises and the stars shine coldly in the heavens above.

It is getting colder and the leaves are falling to the ground.

The trees will lose the beauty of thier leaves, the wildfire of colors will turn brown and dark, thier limbs like naked arms reaching toward the sky, almost as if they are pleading for something.

The smell of the ground will be earthy and moist, as the scent of burning wood from nearby fireplaces drift along the wind. Such an enticing smell.

Will you take the time to take a little pleasure in these scents?

The early morning hours or late at night, when the there is little to no noise. Close your eyes, lean your head back, smell the scents around you.

Take time for little pleasures like this.

---------------------------------------------

Monday, October 13, 2008

The Dark Path

There is always a path to our road that leads into Darkness.

We never know what will be ahead, and we are definately not the Masters of our own Destiny. The paths ahead lie in uncertainty.

It is only those of us courageous (or foolish) enough to set our feet on these paths that push our way forward into the Darkness to see what awaits......good or bad.

---------------------------------------------

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Cold and Hungry

It is always like that on these damndable streets.

The street urchins stalk the streets in huddled silence, shivering in the cold rain as they splash down the wet streets. Water dripping from straggled hair, and craven looks of hunger as they pass by anything warm and edible in the store fronts and jeering anyone that looks at them.

What I wouldn't give for a hard drag of a cigar and a couple shots of Jack, instead of watching these young punks in the rain.

[sighs]

It always has to rain, doesn't it. Never a break for us workin' stiffs.

The rain doesn't really phase me much, as the dark leather duster keeps most of it off.

[reaches into the front pocket and draws out a half-smoked cigar]

I am not overly worried these punks will see me, they are too wrapped up in themselves.

With a quick strike the cigar is brought to life; lazy curls of smoke envelope my face in a grey haze. If anyone had spied me from my dark corner, the sight of two hard red eyes staring out of the grey smoke would unnerve many and make most look the other way trying to forget they ever saw me.

I have that effect on normal people.

Old habits are hard to kick.

[slowly puffing on the cigar, the darkness briefly flares red as the coals of the cigar get sucked to life.]

What's my story?
I am a throw back. A hard pair of knuckles and a thick head.

I am the person people call in when they don't want to get their prissy little hands dirty. They don't want to acknowledge the dirty side of the the street; the hardness and what crawls around in the dark underbelly of society. So they call on me.

They don't like me. They tolerate me, only because I serve some purpose to them, otherwise, I too, am beneath thier upturned noses.

I am many things to many people - some glad I am around, while others ...well, let's just say if I am coming for you, it will not be pleasant.

Things are not always what they seem and I found that out the hard way one night as I was out on what I thought was a simple 'job'.

[snorts in disgust and shakes his head slowly.]

Simple. Yeah right.


{To be Continued....}

---------------------------------------------